Poem March 9, 1935 Issue

The Seeing Eye

HELEN MAR BROWN

Though dark may seem the way and long,
Though doubt and fear oppress, the sigh
Of woe might find a way to song,
Could we but have a seeing eye

To see the care that God bestows
Upon His wondrous world; to see
That e'en the smallest flower but grows
Because of His all-wise decree.

With tenderness He safely guides
The birds in migratory flight;
The ebb and flow of surging tides
Respond to His resistless might.

The veining traced upon a leaf,
The painted wings of butterfly,
The glory, almost past belief,
Reflected flame of evening sky,

Reveal the Love that cares for all.
Can we not cast our fears aside,
And trust, whatever may befall,
That Love will be our constant guide?

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